During my visit at his dwelling, an individual from New York was introduced, named—, (a relative of the patriarch,1 and a member of the Society of Friends,) whose deportment was somewhat pedantic and lofty—acquired, no doubt, in the school-room, as he was a teacher.2 The subjects of slavery and colonization being introduced, he instantly avowed himself hostile to immediate abolition, and (of course) friendly to the Colonization Society. He then began, (ignorant all the while of my name,) in unmeasured terms to denounce “one Garrigus, or Garrison, or some such name—a madman, a fanatic, and a radical, who was calling for the immediate liberation of all the slaves in this country,” etc., etc. This personal assault was exceedingly diverting to all the company, nor could I refrain from laughter. Assuming as much gravity as possible, I asked him whether he knew Mr. Garrison personally? He replied, No. Are you familiar with his sentiments? I again inquired. Yes—he had seen two or three numbers of a paper which he published, called the Liberator. Did you ever see any principles advocated in it by him which are not held in common by the Society of Friends? Oh, his memory was not sufficiently tenacious to enable him to cite particular passages. I then inquired whether he understood the doctrines and principles of the Colonization Society? Yes, he did. Taking up a copy of my “Thoughts,” which happened to lie on the table, I read a few passages from the Reports of the Society, for his edification. These seemed to stagger him, till, taking the book from my hands, he discovered on the title-page that I was its author, on which he sneeringly remarked, “Oh, this is by that radical Garrison! I don't believe his statements!” —and he was again commencing a tirade against me when he was checked by Friend Brown (who could no longer suppress his pleasant humor) in the following quaint and pithy manner: “Thee does not know to whom thee has been talking—this is William Lloyd Garrison!” The effect of this annunciation upon the gentleman was ludicrous in the extreme: he apologized for his plainness of speech, confessed that he had read very few of my writings, and that he had heard many allegations against me which he supposed were true, etc., etc. I told him that I hoped he would continue to speak as frankly as he had spoken before the disclosure of my name; that I had taken offence at nothing which he had advanced except his impeachment of my veracity; and
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